Sarge now stood in the dead world currently standing in the middle of dull are dull version of blood Gulch.
Sarge: Hello? ... Hello? I said hello? Hello, is anybody out here?
Church heard and he appeared coming from the left with a slight echo in his voice.
Church: Holy cow, would you stop yelling? I'm here.
Then the cobalt soldier walked towards Sarge.
Sarge: What is this place?
Church: Well, that's.. kinda hard to explain...Um... You were shot in the head, buddy. So, here ya are.
Sarge: Am I dead?
Church: Are you dead? Well, yeah, that's how I ended up here.
Sarge: Are you some kinda angel?
Church: *chuckling* Aheh heh heh.. am I an angel. Uh, *clears throat* yeah, actually, I am.
I'm an angel. Um, do you wanna go to Heaven? 'Cause it's, like, ten bucks to get in.
Sarge: Well I, uh, I didn't really bring any.. I mean, my wallet's back in the car.
Church: Hey, you don't have it there, huh? Well uh.. that's too bad. Pretty crappy reason to be damned to Hell for an eternity.
Sarge: I don't remember dyin'.
Church: Yeah, that's my fault too. I was... sort of possessing your body at the time that you were shot. Sorry about that.
Sarge: Hold on a second, that ain't fair.
Church: Not fair? Yeah, join the frickin' club. I got shot by my own tank.
Sheila then rolled up and was aiming at Church.
Sheila: Target locked.
Church: Oh ha ha, very funny Sheila. Shut up. You know I still haven't forgiven you. I didn't say you could talk to me yet. Go there, g-get, go over by the base. Shoo, shoo!
Sheila lowers her turret and drives off towards Blue base after being shooed away.
Meanwhile in the land of the living or real world at Red Base. Steve and Simmons had both woken up from being knocked out and now found Sarge's corpse. Then Steve, Grif and Simmons were standing over Sarge's dead body.
Grif: Sarge! Don't you give up on me soldier, do you hear me? I'm ordering you!
Steve: He just got shot in the head Grif, he's not surviving a bullet to the brain.
To Sarge in "Dead World."
Sarge: Who is that? Who's there?
Church: Looks like your guys are trying to save you.
Grif was hitting Sarge in the chest with the butt end of his gun.
Grif: You gotta breathe, man! You gotta pull through! Come on, Sarge!
Steve: That's not how CPR works Grif, it's-
Grif: Shut up I'm trying to save him!
Sarge in the dead world was watching the reds trying to save him but was just as frustrated as Steve when he saw Grif hitting his body.
Sarge: That is not the way you were trained to do that, Private!
Church: He can't hear you.
The reds were trying their hardest to bring Sarge back but it wasn't working.
Simmons: Guys, this isn't working. We have to try something else.
Church in the underworld had a suspicion on what the maroon trooper was going to say.
Church: If he gives you mouth to mouth, I'm leaving.
In the real world Simmons said his idea to the others.
Simmons: Maybe you should give him mouth to mouth.
Steve: Okay, Grif I order you to mouth to mouth Sarge.
Grif: Fuck you man!
To Church just had enough of the absurdity he was seeing.
Church: I'm leaving.
Sarge: I can't believe how hard they're trying to save me.
Church: Why wouldn't they? I mean, my team didn't, but, why wouldn't yours?
Sarge: I thought they didn't like me.
Church: Aw, don't sell yourself short. I don't even know ya, and here I am about to guide you to Heaven for only five bucks.
Sarge: Hold on, if you're an angel, how come you ain't got no wings?
Church: Because nobody rang a bell, ah heh heh heh heh. Seriously, do you have the money or don't you?
Sarge: Oh, I feel the worst about Grif. I always made fun of him. I never even told him.. he was my son.
Church: No way! The orange guy is your son?
Sarge: Nah, I just wanted to screw with him one last time. But now I'll never get that chance. Besides, the grey corporal is more like a son I want, even if he doesn't quite know himself just yet.
In the world of the living Grif rose from his feet. Steve though was just in shock and confusion at the sight of what just happened.
Grif: He's breathing! We saved Sarge!
Steve:.....I cannot....even....
Both Sarge and Church watched from the dead on the scene unfolded.
Sarge: I'm what?
Church: He's what?
Sarge: Well, I'll be a monkey's... they saved me.
Church: What? No, come back! We need to even the sides!
Sarge: Thanks for your help, wingless angel fella! (voice starts to fade away) Will I remember any of this?
Church: Yes, but only if you give me two dollars!
Sarge though soon regained his consciousness and stands up in front Of Steve, Grif and Simmons in the real world.
Sarge: *clears throat* There. What... What happened here?
Simmons: Sir, you got shot in the head, so we gave you CPR and saved you, sir.
Steve: How the hell did that even work? A gun shot to the head is incompatible with life!
Sarge: I always believed in you, Simmons.
Simmons: Uh, actually, it's Grif you should thank, sir. He did all the work.
Sarge: Grif?
Simmons: Yes, sir.
Sarge: Grif, why in Hell would you give somebody CPR for a bullet wound in the head!? That doesn't make a lick of sense.
Grif: *sighs* You're welcome, sir.
Sarge: I mean it's all so damn inconsistent! What would you do if they stabbed me in the toe? Rub my neck with aloe Vera? Hey there, Grif! I think I feel an aneurysm comin' on.
Could you help me out with one of them therapeutic mass-ag-es?...Use your fingers, not your knuckles...That there, that's good. Lower back. Yeah, I can feel that working. Don't be afraid to go too low...oh yeah, shiatzu.
Steve was still baffled by what he was seeing so he sighed and began his walk to Red Base.
Steve: Blimey...what a day...I need a stiff drink.
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Red vs Blue And The Corporal Season 1
FanficRVB but with a Corporal. Steve is an unknown person who had lost his memories. He arrived to join Red Team and was given second in command of the team. Though when Agent Texas shows up his past would soon catch up with him. The OC Steve belongs to...
